This is the second time Ah Candle has come to the Song family, and the servants and maids of the Song family are already waiting at the gate, and when they saw her get out of the carriage, they hurriedly welcomed her in with a smile.

Cobbled paths meander and bamboo forests everywhere, leading to the backyard where other verdant greenery emerges.

The green tiles break into view, and among the lush vegetation, several large rooms stand out.

The servants and maids of the Song family took people directly to the courtyard of the Seven Ladies.

There were four maidservants standing under the corridor, all of them were handsome and well-behaved, and one of them walked down the steps and leaned over to Ah Candle and said, "Qin Niangzi, please come with the slaves." ”

Pulling the curtain in, Ah Candle did not forget to say to the maid of the county lord's mansion who followed him: "You wait outside." ”

Whether it is to be a good "loving mother" or to spy on Ah Candle, the county lord of Ancheng will not let Ah Candle go to the Song family alone.

Since Ah Candle touched the plan of the county lord of Ancheng, he began to look for a way back for himself.

Even among the scholars, the Song family is also a high-ranking family with both fame and status, and it would be great if they could make friends......

"If you do this again, don't recognize me as a sister in the future!"

A stern female voice interrupted Ah Candle's thinking, and she couldn't help but pause, and heard Song Wuniang's voice.

Belch...... Ah Candle glanced at the maid awkwardly, she seemed to be a little unlucky.

The maidservant confessed, "Lady, please wait for one or two." ”

After that, he walked in quickly, and said in a low voice: "Wu Niang, Qi Niang, Qin Niangzi has arrived." ”

Song Wuyue's face was full of anger and finally reined in, and gave Song Zhizhi on the other side of the black lacquer desk a warning look, not allowing her to lose face in front of the guests, so she got up and walked out.

"Ah Candle." Song Wuyue called, although she was arrogant by nature, she would not be prejudiced against it because of a person's background, "You came just in time, the tea has just been brewed, come and taste it." ”

Ah Candle showed an embarrassed and polite smile, and saluted Song Wuyue: "Hello five ladies." ”

Song Wuyue said: "Don't be polite, please come in." ”

Ah Candle bypassed the screen, walked into the inner room, consciously took off her sandals, stepped on her clothes, and looked up to see a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old kneeling against the wooden window, wearing an apricot-colored skirt, hanging her head, unable to see clearly, she could only catch a glimpse of the white face with a thin red glow between the scattered broken hair, like the last touch of the sun on the horizon of the sunset.

Song Wuyue coughed lightly, motioned for Song Zhizhi to speak, and introduced to Ah Candle: "This is my seventh mother, one year younger than you." ”

Song Zhizhi's hand shook, the action of making tea froze, and the tea splashed, wetting the desk. She subconsciously looked at Song Wuyue, and the moment she raised her head, Ah Candle saw the panicked expression on her face, and even her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

Song Wuyue's face was very ugly.

Even a tea is not good.

is also a person, why is Qin Zhu generous, but Song Zhizhi is like a mouse!

Song Zhizhi is Mrs. Song's youngest child, and it stands to reason that she is the most favored, but she has developed a cowardly temperament, not only does she not dare to go out, but even at home, she rarely comes out to meet guests.

Song Wuyue took a deep breath, it was not good to reprimand her in front of the guests, and while inviting Ah Candle to take a seat, she said: "She is timid and frizzy. ”

Ah Candle knelt on the soft seat and said with a slight smile: "No one is perfect, the Seventh Lady is already great." ”

Song Zhizhi bowed his head and did not speak.

The maid made tea again, brought a few more plates of fruit, and then withdrew.

Mrs. Song invited Ah Candle to come to Song's house as a guest, originally for her youngest daughter Song Zhizhi, but Song Wuyue heard from nowhere that the county lord of Ancheng handed Ah Candle's name to Princess Mingshi's companion list.

Princess Ming Shi is the only heir of His Majesty, and her status is extraordinary, and the princess born to ordinary concubines naturally cannot be compared with her.

Now I choose to read with me, but only two people are chosen, there are more wolves and less meat, and Song Wuyue has to think about one or two for Song Zhizhi.

It's just that the princess of the Ming Dynasty has always liked to be pure, and she is not close to several cousins of the Song family.

Song Wuyue was sad in her heart, her face was not obvious, and when she saw Song Zhizhi's cowering appearance that she didn't dare to breathe, she suddenly became a nameless fire.

She was about to say something, when the maid waiting outside walked in with a slight breath and reported: "Wu Niang, the princess is here." ”

Song Wuyue's eyebrows jumped, and she turned her head to Ah Candle and smiled: "It's just right, you get to know Qi Niang first, and I'll come when I go." ”

Ah Candle smiled and agreed, his expression was not restrained, but he was more comfortable than Song Zhizhi, the master.

Song Wuyue walked out, and most of the people in the house were suddenly missing.

Ah Candle took the initiative to speak and said: "My surname is Qin, a single name is a candle, Aya died early, and I grew up in the countryside since I was a child. If there is something offensive in my words and deeds, the Seventh Lady can only speak up. ”

Song Zhizhi glanced at Ah Candle, then quickly lowered his head and was silent.

Just when Ah Candle thought that she would not pay attention to her, he heard her weak voice and said in a low voice:

"My name is ...... Song Zhizhi, just call me Qi Niang. ”

"Twigs? Leafy branches? ”

Song Zhizhi nodded, and the falling eyelashes trembled slightly, like a frightened butterfly.

Ah Candle couldn't help but say: "Your name is so good, when you hear it, you get it with your heart." ”

Song Zhizhi involuntarily raised his head, looked at Ah Candle blankly, and hesitated: "It's good...... Is it? ”

After receiving Ah Candle's affirmative answer, the flush on Song Zhizhi's face climbed up again.

She unconsciously tugged at her dress, plucked up the courage to say, "Your name is also very nice", and suddenly froze.

A name is a life, and a life is a name.

The candle, the faint fire, is also used as a personal name, and it is inevitable that there will be an early death and a short life, not only do not care, but there is a sense of disgust.

Song Zhizhi thought of Ah Candle's previous situation in the countryside, and said that the county lord of Ancheng loved this daughter very much, which can be seen from the name, one is a candle flame that will be blown out at any time, and the other is a precious treasure that symbolizes auspiciousness.

"Don't look at me like that." Ah Candle covered the lower half of her face embarrassedly, the pair of Danfeng eyes exposed outside were cold and beautiful, and the smile bent her eyebrows, diluting the sense of distance, "My father and Aya didn't think much about it when they took their names, and they took what they saw." My aunt loves me even more, even if I want the stars in the sky, she will do everything she can to satisfy me. ”

Hearing this, Song Zhizhi's timid gaze added a little sympathy.

Qin Candle's biological father died in battle on the day she was born, and the county lord of Ancheng only gave her a name, and then packed up her dowry and returned to the capital the next day, let alone say that she really loved her.

For the first time, Song Zhizhi was born with the emotion of being unfair, and whispered: "The candle flame is fleeting, this name is not good-"

A cold voice was strongly inserted, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, indescribably crisp and pleasant.

"The candle flame is fleeting, but there is also a brilliant and dazzling light."

The visitor crossed the threshold, approached a few steps, and said lightly through a screen: "When the dawn is covered by dark clouds, and the moonlight hides in the dark, only the candle flame can guide the maze and explore the way out." ”